Beichen Ting ultimately still didn't beat Beichen Dan up; the timing simply wasn't right.
They had just escaped from the Red Fog and there were more pressing matters at hand.
Time was of the essence, every second counted.
This wasn't the time to be educating his grandson; he could only drag Beichen Dan away to look for reinforcements elsewhere.
But in Beichen Ting's heart, he had already slapped Beichen Dan dozens of times.
Thinking of his old friends who had hastily departed, rage smoldered within Beichen Ting.
His prestige had been thoroughly lost today, thanks to his foolish grandson.
He couldn't be bothered to speak to this fool any longer, and took off flying toward the Light Column to the west.
He presumed the blockhead grandson would follow him.
Surely such a grown man couldn't get lost, right?
Beichen Dan's head was buzzing. He had thought that if he got angry, Beichen Ting would comfort him, or at least explain the reasoning to him.